There was no word all night, and when Whitemane's consciousness was awake again, she was already sitting at the dinner table, eating stiffly spoonful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was like being suddenly interrupted while sleepwalking, and it was likely to cause a nervous breakdown, but she was used to it.

Light food that can even be described as coarse, in fact, no matter how difficult the conditions are, as the Great Lord Whitemayne, he doesn't have to be so bitter, but she enforces this, day after day, which is really admirable.

However, this is not the will of Whitemayne himself, what is admired is that she is not her, and her own will does not even know the taste of food, but is just a third person trapped in her body, and I really don't know how she survived this time.

Anyway, what the body does is none of her business, Whitemane looks around boredly, and soon, Whitemane discovers something different from usual.

A dazzling red gold-rimmed robe hung from a hanger, and a delicate scepter stood next to the robe, reminding her that today was the day when "she" would be crowned king.

One of the most crucial items was missing, the crown, but Whitemane knew that the newly created silver crown was in the hands of the Church, and the Archbishop, elected by Nightlight, would personally crown her in the name of the Light.

Oh, Holy Light......

Whitemayne's heart was full of bitterness, she had never thought of becoming a queen in her life, just as she had never thought of becoming a great lord in the first place.

However, the sad thing is that when the queen is only her body, or the thing that occupies her body, it has nothing to do with her, and she, the queen, is just a puppet, a tool for bad people to do bad things.

But what can she do, she has no power to stop all this, and can only watch "herself" go to the point of no return.

Soon "she" had finished eating these things, and then got up with a blank face, and got dressed under the service of her subordinates.

The coronation ceremony is not held in the morning, but such an important ceremony naturally needs to be rehearsed in advance, or at least familiarize yourself with the process first.

The current conditions do not allow for too much luxury, but some rules still have to be followed.

And just like that, a morning passed, and Whitemayne finally ushered in the most critical moment of her life.

The square of Nanhai Town was crowded with people, most of them were wearing armor and weapons, their faces were deep and firm, no one was happy or no one cheered, there were so many of them, but the scene was quiet and terrifying.

They just watched the man quietly, expecting her crown to be lifted so that they could lead them to the complete defeat of their enemies.

Whitemane moved forward firmly and forcefully under such gaze, she held her head up, proud like a white swan, always walking at a pace, unhurried and unhurried, quite a kingly demeanor.

Finally, at the most critical moment of the ceremony, she walked before the archbishop and fell to her knees, and when the archbishop's oath was over, when he personally dressed her with a crown and presented her with a scepter of absolute power, a new queen of Hillsbrad would be born.

But some people don't want to see it......

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The last thing she wanted was her enemies, the remnants of Lordaeron and the conscious undead of Arthas.

After years of fighting, if it weren't for the support of the Dwarven Gnomes and the Stormwind Kingdom behind them, they would have been powerless to support themselves, Riptide Castle has completely broken away from the Alliance, this country that can't even control its own map will always be the bottom of the Alliance, but its geographical location is crucial, he has cut off the supply lines to the south, leaving them with only sea support.

Because there is no Forsaken at this time, the Polluter Legion naturally does not exist, and the Arathi Basin is now completely controlled by Riptide Fort, without the Polluter to contain the main force of Riptide Fort, their main city will naturally not be occupied by cats and dogs like ogres, and the bridge connecting the north and south continents will not be accessible to anyone.

If the humans of Hillsbrad can be twisted together again at this time, one can imagine how much pressure the Lordaeron remnants will face.

In short, she cannot be allowed to ascend to the throne.

Arthas stood on the peak of Mt. Okuyama, quietly looking in the direction of Nanhai Town, and behind him was a bunch of green-skinned dwarfs who were manipulating what they were doing.

Since that time, his war airship made a magnificent appearance, crushing the undead army of the Psychic Academy, and has not achieved such a magnificent record since then.

The war airship is indeed terrifying, but its slow movement is a major drawback, as long as you are prepared, the enemy can detect you from afar, and then as long as a professional hunter shoots at the floating balloon, the airship will most likely make a forced landing.

While Dalaran's mage had added a magical enchantment to his airship, energy was a huge issue, and since Quel'Thalas had been completely cut off from them, where else could he buy so many magic crystals?

Therefore, the airship can only open the magic enchantment at the most critical time, which plays a role in turning the tide of the battle.

This time, however, Arthas didn't use his precious airship, because the goblins said there was something new.

Common sense told him that the goblins' new gadgets were unreliable, but after watching them live, he decided to use them anyway.

"The chickens are ready, sir, are you going to attack?" A goblin walked up to Arthas in a military posture and saluted as he spoke.

"Let's do it." Arthas nodded, but never took his eyes off the direction of Southsea Town.

"Okay, let's get the chicks moving!"

With this order, a noisy "cooing" sound sounded on the mountain peak, and a large group of mechanical chicks fluttered their little wings, and they had many large boxes strapped to their bodies, and it was impossible to imagine how these small wings drove these boxes, and the goblin works always did not make sense.

Arthas wondered why the goblins had to bother to make sound for the chicks when it was a one-off item, and they always seemed to like to do such meaningless things, but Arthas didn't ask, as long as he could accomplish his purpose, he could do whatever he wanted.

The chickens fluttered and looked very struggling, and they didn't know how long it would take to fly to Nanhai Town, but Arthas wasn't worried, because he had seen these strange items a long time ago, and he knew that the pair of chicken wings were actually just an ornament.

Sure enough, when the chicks' heads were aimed at Nanhai Town, they began to rise in the ass......

Orange-red flames erupted violently from the chicks' butts, and the chicks rushed out with lightning speed.

So, isn't this a rocket, why do you have to be like a chicken?

A few of the chickens broke away from the large army and turned into a firework in a circle, but most of them rushed towards Nanhai Town steadfastly.

Not long after the first team of chicks flew out, the second team of chicks had also taken off.

And on the ground, after seeing the light of Dao fire appear in the sky, several legions have also taken action.

Once the Blow-Up Chickens have caught the enemy off guard, these main forces will play a decisive role in the victory.

The speed of the chickens is too fast, and when the people of Nanhai Town find these strange items, they have no time to dodge, there are so many people that they are like jelly and it is difficult to squeeze out from various intersections.

However, the humans were not as panicked as they had imagined, and many people, including Whitemane, watched the fireworks in the shining sky and remained silent.

Is it coming? Whitemane thought.

With such a major ceremony, the night light will naturally not be unguarded, although they don't know how to guard against Whitemane as a puppet, but she also knows that things will definitely not be simple, and sometimes she wonders, is this coronation just a bait?

In short, the Lordaeron remnants are going to suffer heavy losses.

The chickens in the sky are getting faster and faster, so fast that many of the chickens fall apart halfway, and the explosive barrels in them are at least half wasted, and the goblins' work is really so unreliable.

Then Whitemane's keen eyes saw some syndicate mages appear on the walls of the city and begin to play with magic.

Suffer!

Sure enough, in the next second, Whitemane's prediction was realized, and just as the self-detonating chick was about to get here, many portals appeared in the sky, and the chick plunged into the portal.

Finished......

At the same time, the woods outside the city also resounded with an incessant roar.

Whitemane didn't know if Lordaeron's army was lurking in the woods, so she could only pray that there wasn't.

A few lucky chicks passed by the portal, killing some humans, but the Avengers were indifferent, and after receiving the order to fight back, they drew their weapons and left the place under the leadership of the knights.

Think of it as an appetizer before the ceremony begins.

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"Ahem!" Pushing away the dirt that had pressed on him, Old Fourding stood up in pain.

The mouth and nose were full of salty smell, and after the unearthing, there was a smell of gunpowder.

I was careless, I thought it was a foolproof plan, but I didn't expect it to be terminated by a few portals.

The other party has never shown any magical power, they still thought that magic only belonged to their side, but they didn't expect to suffer a big loss at this juncture.

As far as the eye can see, there are broken walls everywhere, but fortunately, these explosions are concentrated, and only Foding's side is unlucky enough to be attacked, so the loss is acceptable.

But you can't let the second wave of chicks get here.

"What about the mage? Where are the snipers? Cut off their portals! Old Fording yelled, and at this point they could no longer care about the question of whether to expose or not, and they all stood up and began to obstruct the syndicate mages.

However, in any case, the sneak attack ended in failure, and it was the side that was attacked who won the first move.

Looking at the two sides below who were fighting to the death, Whitemane's heart was full of pain.

They are all good people, and each of them has a bleak story.

And now, these good people are still being used by bad people and innocently giving their lives.

If you really exist, O Light, save these people......

But as soon as he uttered such a prayer, Whitemane laughed to himself.

Holy Light? How many times she had prayed to the Light over the years, and now she could tell people with great clarity that the Light did not exist.

"Nope! Everything in this world can be annihilated, but the Light lives on! ”